@Clintbling 28 August 2020 more from that month

Darling, My Sincerest Apology

Darling, my sincerest apology I told you, you would never die if you chose to stick with me. I promised you forever saying I was a writer I was so sure words were powerful and I would capture every moment in the paper. And I did at first for the most part every time my pen and paper met you were what I wrote about. I wrote about you. And I tried to act, the way all poets do. I craved you in my paper I claimed I loved you. And I did love you. Even though I was using fancy words I didn't quite get my feelings were simple and true. You were my muse and I admit there were times I was exaggerating but either ways I kept my promise I was still writing. Or so I thought I didn't know this would happen you see I didn't know it was possible I didn't know words would fail me. Or did I fail them instead? Was I the one who couldn't keep their wish? Because lately I can't write about you I have become too selfish. And it's not because I love you less if it's possible I love you more than ever that ironically is the reason why I no longer want you in my paper. Because I am no poet, I admit and there are feelings that don't have words that fit. But even when they do, and I know all about it I have become too selfish to share and write about it. Too selfish to write about the moments we've had Too selfish to give the paper what I feel, when you are around. So darling, I apologize sincerely but I have come to like our world better, when it's just you and me. And that's why I have decided to keep some part of us hidden because some feelings are too good to be written.